Station / Estación # 117: Tezozomoc

In the surrounds of the station the streets are tranquil although the calmness was broken in one street with the arrival of police vehicles and ambulances.

Certain street names in the area summon up varying mental images and emotions;

Passing through Duraznos (Peaches or Peach Trees) all I wanted was a slightly furry, firm and fleshy succulent peach to sink my teeth into in combat against the sticky afternoon heat.

Then there is Tierra Fria (Cold Land) and Puente De Guerra (Bridge of War).

I saw a dog in charge of a glazier’s store, seemingly ready to attend to your every glassing need and then in the continuing vein of meeting folk working the traffic lights I made acquaintance with the kitted-up Axtel crew and their minder.

What do you prefer? A quiet game of dominoes or some somewhat more vigorous muscle sculpting in an open-air gym?

On the far side of the same plaza I met three friendly garbage collecting chaps.

Talking about tendencies to roam and wander in Mexico DF, Mexico and beyond they said ‘you’re pata de perro‘ which literally means ‘dog’s paw’ but in Mexican slang means ‘someone that is always on the move’.

Or as James Hetfeld would say ‘Rover, wanderer, nomad, vagabond. Call me what you will.’

So, a dog’s paw I am.

The trio proudly posed for photos and then I moved on, an idiom richer.